“Connie, you incorrigible fuck.” It’s impossible for Jean to keep the relief out of his voice, and as soon as he has the gate closed behind his friend, he’s slinging a rare, companionable arm around his shoulders. It’s not often that Jean seeks out any kind of physical reassurance or reaches out to anyone physically besides Marco, and the one-armed hug he gives Connie is as awkward as it is brief. “You can’t just take off like that, man!” he tells him as he pulls his arm back. “Sasha’s been a giant bitch to everyone, Bertolt’s been moping, Marco’s taking extra watches just in case you came back, and I…” He pulls himself up to his full height, looking down at his friend imperiously. “I have been the sole provider of hashtags and trending around here, and it’s been difficult to keep up. Hashtag: don’t do that again.”
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“Connie, you incorrigible fuck.” It’s impossible for Jean to keep the relief out of his voice, and as soon as he has the gate closed behind his friend, he’s slinging a rare, companionable arm around his shoulders. It’s not often that Jean seeks out any kind of physical reassurance or reaches out to anyone physically besides Marco, and the one-armed hug he gives Connie is as awkward as it is brief. “You can’t just take off like that, man!” he tells him as he pulls his arm back. “Sasha’s been a giant bitch to everyone, Bertolt’s been moping, Marco’s taking extra watches just in case you came back, and I…” He pulls himself up to his full height, looking down at his friend imperiously. “I have been the sole provider of hashtags and trending around here, and it’s been difficult to keep up. Hashtag: don’t do that again.”
He missed you, Connie. Really.